Subject: RE: (haunted) in the q-w-e-s-t of colour
Date: Wed, 19 May 1999 23:58:30 -0700


abby's eyes are contrasting in the late amber light of afternoon against my 
mirror image of walking alone among the old lichen rocks crusteriferus 
terricaullous as i knock up against pellets of snow fleeting earthward 
among my broken leather boots after a day of dis'  meanderin up and around 
on top over and under the most bizarre landscapes...maybe what they are 
really images only in my daze of perambulations away above the clouds and i 
cant get no grasp on them even with a camera they evade and recede as soon 
as the feeling comes and if it wasn't for being here i would not be witness 
to this but it would go unknown like a kinglet in the dusk of late 
evening...my thoughts exactly about the house down yonder in the swale 
where the frost must collect even here it cools early after sun sets with 
the frost making a camp fire a likely option...u no de bes vay es to 
collect the high and dry poles beneath the pines pile em up in a teepee 
 like stoked hay and look fer some pitch off en a ol fir tree... never go 
cold dis way... he had an ol six or seven he sed sinze it was over 10000 
 hours on er and he took er easy cause the wrist pin was always a slapping 
and he walked er over from toofargone crick and left er out side the pub at 
goldbridge ... he an ol codger... with de luv of cats..no hydraulics just 
gussied up ol six caterpillars fer skidding ol pondersa pines offen the 
hills...ps now is the only plese yuv can find a wolve denned up an a 
hollin' fer the hay ofit

-----Original Message-----
From:	Daniel Carter [SMTP:abz-AT-inch.com]
Sent:	Wednesday, May 19, 1999 3:52 AM
To:	bataille-AT-lists.village.virginia.edu
Subject:	RE: (haunted) in the q-w-e-s-t of colour

On Sun, 16 May 1999 15:28:49, John Foster wrote:

>purrhaps yuv tekin to liken dis
>sert uv l'eyes
>in mean tyme
>me drearly